Staring at Michonne lying in a pool of blood, Judy's eyes became extremely cold.
After half a minute, she moved to get some medicine to bandage the wound.
The blow from the vase caused Michonne to faint, but fortunately she did not lose her life.
After the wound was bandaged, Judy carried a glass of water and entered the bedroom on the first floor.
After a while, he came out again.
She shook the cup in her hand gently, as if adding something.
Coming to Michonne and squatting down, Judy forcibly opened her mouth and fed the water bit by bit.
After a while, wisps of white smoke rose.
Michonne is shrunk down to a miniature man the size of two fingers, still in a coma.
She was taken to the bedroom on the second floor and placed in a tin box.
Without fastening the lid, Judy turned to deal with the blood stains on the stairs and Michonne's clothes without explaining anything to Howard.
Ronan is always in a God's perspective in the simulation.
He can walk through walls and through objects to see inside and outside drawers.
While Judy was leaving, Howard went to rub Michonne's cock.
Do you think you should take advantage of it if you have any advantage
Or do you think you can’t survive, so you break the pot
Hearing the footsteps going upstairs, Howard lowered his head and took a quick sip of water and distanced himself.
Judy came to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down, looking a little tired.
She told Howard about her past of being bullied and her only friend Michonne.
As he spoke, tears flowed down unsatisfactorily.
"My dear, you should have a good rest. I think... I should have a good sleep."
The tin box has ventilation holes, and the drawer also has a crack, so there is no need to worry about the pocket person suffocating.
After Judy finished checking, she closed the door and went to sleep on the first floor.
Under the cover of the tin box, Howard and Michonne were separated.
Ronan glanced in the direction Judy left and did not choose to leave.
Since it is speculated that Judy killed Michonne, the crime scene is most likely in this bedroom.
"Where is this?"
I don’t know how long it took, but Michonne woke up and kept patting the iron sheet around her.
"Although it's hard to accept, the fact is that you were... shrunk."
Howard was lying on the small bed with his hands on the pillow.
Michonne was startled, staring at the dark surroundings, and asked: "Who are you?"
"I am… "
(Omit the n word at this time)
The night went on for a long time, and the two of them just chatted together, gradually restoring the original appearance of the matter.
Jodie Foster didn't look like this before.
This was beyond Howard's expectation, he always thought she was a beauty.
It's been almost ten years now, and he doesn't have the slightest impression of the freckled girl Michonne described.
Whether it's suddenly changing a face or making a person smaller, they are all quite incredible methods.
Anything that cannot be explained is blamed on the witch's magic.
In this world, only magic can do such incredible things.
Michonne has an outgoing and lively personality. Even if she is in danger, she is still actively seeking solutions:
"Have you ever thought about running away?"
"I think about it, I've thought about it many times, but I can't do it."
"Why?"
"How can I escape if I can't get out of the drawer? Even if I get out, I can't fall to the floor."
"Don't be discouraged." Michonne encouraged Howard: "Will she come to chat with you during the day?"
"Yeah, I keep talking about those crappy things every day, it's so annoying."
Howard had just become a prince, and he was the future king of a country in Verga, with a bright future.
When the old king dies and is crowned, what kind of woman will he not find
But now the boat has capsized in the gutter, and Howard can only admit that he is unlucky.
He has completely lost interest in Judy, and even hates it.
Michonne was very enthusiastic about the escape plan and kept asking through the iron sheet:
"Where does she usually put you, on the table?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
"I have an idea. Let's do this. If we do this again..."
the next day.
After Judy had eaten, she went to the bedroom on the second floor.
Pocket people do not have high requirements for food. To them, a grain of rice is about the size of a basketball.
The afternoon sun was pleasant, Michonne had been lying on the ground pretending to sleep, and Howard took the initiative to find the topic.
Judy was in high spirits today and didn't feel a trace of guilt about shrinking the two of them and imprisoning them here.
One is a best friend and the other is a favorite man.
Now that we are all around, there could not be a better ending than this.
Chatting from day to night.
Howard kept looking for topics, but he didn't know what the purpose was.
"It's time for me to sleep, honey." Judy stood up and prepared to leave.
"No, don't leave." Howard looked at her with pleading eyes: "Just lie down on the table and sleep tonight, okay? Even if I can't see the stars in the sky, I hope that when I open my eyes, I can see you."
This sentence is similar to "I want to have breakfast with you during the day".
Judy has extremely little love experience and is overwhelmed by a few words of love.
Seeing Howard's repeated pleas, she was unwilling to brush off his kindness and agreed.
"Can you show a crack? If I can't sleep, I also want to watch you sleep."
Judy didn't think much and agreed to the request.
She put Howard and Michonne gently into the tin box without closing the lid.
Then he put the tin box into the drawer, revealing a gap that was larger than usual.
The night is getting deeper and deeper.
The two miniature people still had no intention of sleeping.
Howard felt that Michonne was a genius in this regard, perfectly solving the problem of drawers and going down to the floor.
She even planned how to get down the stairs, using sheets as cushions, folding them up and paddling out from under the escalator.
As a bystander, Ronan listened to Michonne's plan completely and was not optimistic about it.
The body's inability to return to its normal size is the most critical point.
If this point cannot be solved, even if you leave the house, the outside world will be even more dangerous given the size of a pocket-sized person.
Michonne is somewhat quick-witted, but the whole plan has many loopholes and is not perfect in many places.
She climbed from the drawer to the table, followed the gentle slope of Judy's clothes and trousers to the ground, gesturing to higher places.
Howard saw this and threw down the two pocket quilts.
Next, just drop to the floor and use the quilt to get out of here.
Howard rubbed his hands, feeling strong confidence in escaping from here.
The road to hope is not all darkness.
After chatting all afternoon, his body was a little tired, but he was still full of energy.
Judy was sleeping on the table, breathing lightly and not moving.
Howard quickly walked along the edge of the table and came to her shoulder.
I wanted to use the arc of my back to slide down slowly, but unexpectedly something unexpected happened.
Howard made a mistake and fell off his shoulder.
In panic, he grabbed his golden hair and finally stopped his fall.
But as a result, the hair was pulled to the scalp, and the stinging pain woke Judy up.
She rubbed her sleepy eyes, struck the match, and lit the oil lamp.
Immediately, I discovered that the miniature man in the tin box was missing!
Howard made a mistake just now and was almost killed.
He sat on the edge of Judy's inner thighs and was quickly caught.
Judy looked at the man in her hand in disbelief. In addition to surprise, there was also anger in her eyes.
She roared hysterically: "I'm so good to you, why are you thinking about running away, why are you doing this to me!"
Howard's heart felt cold, his words were trembling, and he began to blame:
"It's not... me... my... yes, it's her! She wanted to take me with her."
Judy's emotions were agitated and her chest heaved violently.
She put Howard back in the tin box and closed it, then picked up the oil lamp and looked around.
Michonne, who was carrying a white quilt, was quickly discovered even if she hid at the edge of the house.
She looked up at the drawer, looking a little disappointed.
Facing her former friend, Michonne tried her best to comfort:
"Judy, don't get excited, calm down and listen to me..."
What greeted her was an angry foot.
Bah.
Ronan's heart sank and he no longer looked at the bloody mass.
Judy has an almost pathological possessiveness towards Howard.
In the face of anger, she had completely lost her mind.
Looking at Michonne who was trampled into a pulp, Judy was startled, her anger quickly dissipated, and her rationality returned a little.
She looked annoyed and reached out to pick up the ball of meat, but she didn't make a move.
Tears flowed uncontrollably.
Judy put her hands into her hair and rubbed it repeatedly, sobbing:
"Why? Why are you doing this to me? Am I not treating you well?"
Howard in the tin box lay on the floor, sighing softly, his eyes dull.
He heard that chirp.
The fire of hope that had just been ignited was ruthlessly extinguished.
The darkness in the tin box shrouded him like deep despair.
…
At noon the next day, Judy took out the tin box again.
Howard lay motionless on the iron floor.
Judy feels guilty and hopes to be forgiven:
"My dear, what happened last night was really not intentional. I... I love you so much... so..."
Howard opened his eyes, glanced at her, and closed them again.
"Really, honey, don't ignore me and talk to me, okay? I only have you now. Can you please stop doing this to me? I know it's wrong."
"You know you're wrong?" Howard snorted coldly: "Oh, can you restore me?"
"I'm afraid not, dear." Judy was very insistent on this point: "I have destroyed the antidote, I can't live without you..."
Howard burst into laughter when he heard that the fire of hope was completely destroyed.
He fell to the ground and said nothing.
After all, Howard is just an ordinary person.
If there is still hope of escape, who wouldn't want to give it a try
But now that the antidote is gone, why are you still working so hard
After being a bullfrog for nearly ten years, Howard was tired of such a boring life.
He didn't want to, nor was he willing to be imprisoned by the crazy woman in front of him for another ten years.
How many decades can life last
If you just beg for mercy, you can indeed survive.
But what is the meaning of such a life
It hurts too much to commit suicide. It would be better to lie here and wait for death.
too tired.
Howard didn't love Judy at all. At best, he just wanted to make a fuss when he saw her hot body.
From day to night.
He ate nothing and went on a hunger strike.
Judy didn't dare to force-feed him because the miniature man was too fragile.
Use tweezers to open the mouth. If you are not careful, you may tear the entire mouth off.
"Honey, I'm begging you, please eat something."
Not eating for a day made Howard's voice a little weak:
"There's no need to go to any trouble. Either change me back or kill me. There's no third way."
Judy was suffering internally, but there was nothing she could do.
The blue pill that turned him back to his original state had been destroyed by her.
Judy just wanted to keep Howard by her side forever and would not consider going back to this path.
On the second day of Howard's hunger strike, it was also the third day of the fourth act.
Seeing that he was starving to death, the anxious Judy was forced to light the golden oil lamp again in desperation.
After a while, a black light bloomed.
The beautiful witch stepped out of the light with a smile on her face.
She didn't use any polite words, but got straight to the point: "Child, what is your third wish?"
After three wishes, the witch will take away Judy's soul.
Everyone knows this very well.
"I... I want..."
Judy bit her lip and blurted out: "I want Howard to forgive me and love only me for the rest of his life."
The witch shook her head and refused: "Sorry, child, these are two wishes."
Judy smacked her lips, said nothing, and sighed: "Then... forget it."
If you make a third wish and have your soul taken away, it is basically equal to death.
If he didn't grant the wish, Howard would soon starve to death.
What a dilemma.
Seeing her depressed mood, the witch smiled and said, "Let's do this. I'll give you a compromise plan."
"Huh?" Seeing that things were still improving, Judy became interested: "What's the plan?"
"I will only take away a little of your soul, not all of it. Afterwards, I can grant you a wish and ask him to forgive you. It will be treated as if you made half of your wish. How about that?"
Only part of the soul is taken out to fulfill one wish.
At first glance, it sounds like Judy has earned it.
Use half the wish amount to fulfill a wish.
But in fact, it’s just like capitalists and merchants.
No matter how many promotions are given, they will not lose money.
Judy glanced in Howard's direction, bit her lip and was silent for a moment, then agreed: "Okay."
The witch smiled and waved her staff.
A wisp of something transparent was pulled out of Judy's body by an invisible force.
The witch grabbed it and pulled it, attaching it to the staff.
"Let's go." She led Judy to the bedroom on the second floor and opened the door.
"Your Highness, we meet again."
Howard opened his eyes and saw the person coming, and sat up directly, with a look of surprise on his face: "You... why are you here?"
It was the woman in front of him who cursed him into a bullfrog!
The witch smiled slightly to show respect: "I will fulfill this girl's wish and let you forgive her."
When Howard heard this, he sat on the ground angrily: "If you don't change me back, don't expect me to forgive her!"
The witch smiled and said nothing, waving her staff, and blue-red light overflowed.
But in an instant, Howard's body expanded and returned to normal human size.
At the same moment, Judy turned into a miniature, and her red clothes fell to the ground.
The witch pulled off the transparent soul attached to the staff like a marshmallow and put it into her mouth to chew.
The corners of her mouth were half-smiling: "Now, Your Highness, are you willing to forgive her?"
Howard was naked and staring at the miniature Jodie Scott on the floor.
The way she covered her chest looked like a panicked lamb.
"certainly."
Howard's lips curled up into an inexplicable smile.
Immediately, he stepped on it.
Bah.
While he wiped the soles of his feet with the red clothes on the ground, he looked up at the witch:
"Now, I forgive her.",
…
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